Swinging for the Fences

I am kind of a mess right now. But I am not complaining. Actually, I am celebrating. I cut my finger again. Same finger and within about a quarter of an inch of the chunk I took off several weeks ago. This time though it was a rip kind of cut rather than a slice. It felt awesome. This happened almost immediately after I said out loud that I was having "one of those weeks" again. Dude, you would think I would have learned by now and heeded my own friggin' beliefs in this arena. Of course, if I believe I am having "one of those weeks," then God is damn sure going to make sure I do (or maybe it's just me subconsciously making sure I follow through on my own outlook).

The thing about that is I think God was trying to tell me something. I was having some doubts about something that had just happened that was unexpected and had pretty dramatically changed a vision I had been formulating for my short term future. I think God was telling me not to doubt which I already know I shouldn't do and to not get attached to visions of the future and as we all know, non-attachement is a core philosophy of yoga. Nice reminder. Very effective.

Anyway, I am also very busy and in being busy I am dealing with the kinds of things that one has to deal with when things get a little too busy. Details. They come and they go and sometimes it's easy to miss some of them. I have missed a few lately and that tends to piss me off because I am anal. Success, in my opinion, lies in the details. The level of attention you pay to the details proportionally increases your chances of success in any endeavor.

So I am mad and in pain. But man I feel great.

I started thinking about why. In the past, I would definitely be yelling and screaming and generally unhappy. This is probably the first time I've had "one of those weeks" and couldn't be happier about it. I think it's because if you believe - truly believe - then you just keep on swinging (Marcia and I took the girls to the see the Knights last weekend hence the baseball metaphor). Missing a few good pitches ain't that big a deal cuz you know more are coming! And the more you step up to the plate and swing, the higher your chances are of getting one of those pitches and hitting the ball. (I wonder if there is any scientific validity to this in baseball?) I mean, maybe you suck at hitting baseballs. But you sure as hell aren't going to get any better by just stepping up to the plate and watching them all go by right? What's the point of stepping up to the plate if you don't take a swing or three (minimum)? Let alone never stepping up at all. We won't even go there.

So I am swinging away right now. I am, simply stated, in the zone. Which explains it all. I am a mess but I am in that zone. I know if I keep stepping up, keep swinging, that I'll just keep hitting them. Just like any other batter who is focused on that ball, sometimes I get a piece and sometime I foul and sometimes I strike out. That is the way it goes. Even when you are in the zone, you don't always hit home runs with every pitch you get. But I think what you do do is pay attention to the details and make adjustments so effectively that your batting average goes up noticeably whilst in the zone. And you aren't afraid to step up again and swing again because you have faith that the pitches are going to keep on coming.

I love it!